My Mom
When I think of my mom, I think about her strength. She had too bad assed little girls that she raised on her own and was never bitter about it. She would work her butt off at a job where she was one of the first women to ever hold the position and put up with all types of crap. She did this so she could send me to private school, buy all the things Iris and I needed/wanted and still have money left to take us on trips and expose us to new things. She gave up her love life because she didn’t want different men around her girls.
She has always been my rock, the one constant person in my life that could turn to for all things. She’s my cheerleader when I’m insecure, she’s my support when life beats me down, she’s strong enough to be the one the family vents to now that grandma and Iris are gone.
My mom is awesome, and I thank God for her everyday.
